Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-05-21
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CHAPTER TX.

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JANTE's STORY
Shortly after the old Boer had gone, John
went into the yard of the hotel to see to the
inspanning of the Cape cart, when his atten-
ton was at once arrested by the sight Of
row in active progress-at least, from the
crowd OF Kafiirs and oilers and the angry
sounds and curses that proceeded from them,
be judged that it was a row. Nor was he
wrong about it. In the corner of the yard,
close Icy the stable door, surrounded by the
aforesaid crowd, stood Frank Muller, heavy
siambock in his raised hand above his head
as though in the act to strike. Before him,
very picture of drunken fury, his lips drawn
up like a snarling dogs so that the two lines
of his white teeth CLEANED like polished ivory
in the sunlight, his small eyes all shot with
blood, and his face working convnlsively, was
the Hottentot jamie Nor was this ALL
Across his face was blue wheal where the
whip had fallen, and in his hand heavy
white handled knife which he always carried
"Hulo! what is all this!1 said John Shout
iering his way through the crowd
The swartsel BLACK Creaturel has stolen
my horses forage and given it to yours
shouted Muller, who was evidently almost off
his head with rage, making an attempt to hit
Jantje with the wnip as he spoke The latter
avoided the blow by jumping behind John,
with the result that the tin of the sjambock
caught the Engll>hman on the leg.
BE careful sir. with that whip " said John
to Muller, restraining his temper with diff
Guilty. Now, how do You know that the
man stole your horses forage, and what bust
| ness have you to touch him. If there was
anything wrong YOU should have reported it
to me"
"He lies. baas. he lies," yelled the Hotten-
tot in tremuiou,, high pitched tones He
lies, he has ways been lar. and worse
than IA liar, Yah yah! | can tell things
all u rim TIE land Is English now, and the
Beers can't Kill the black people as they like
That man-tiat Boer, Muller, he shot my
father and my mother-my father first, thei
my mother; he gave her two builets-she Gio
n die the first time
You yellow dewitt You black skinned
black hearted, lying son of Satanm roared
the great BOer his very beard curling with
fury "Is that the way yol talk to youi
| masters: Out of the light, rooibaatje' tsol
dierl-this was to John-"aud | will cut hi,
Tongue bul Oh Hlil- l II SHOW nun now We
deal with yellow liar" and without further
ado he made a rush for the Hottentot As b,
came, John whose blood WAS now thoroughly
| up, put out his open hand and bending for
| W I'd ushed with all his strength on Mulleri
| advancing chest John was a very power
| fully made man, though not a very large
one, and the push sent Muller staggering
back
"What doyou mean by that, rooihaatiel'
| shouted Muller, his face livid with fury
| sect out of my road or | will mark thai
| pretty face of yours. have some goods L
| pay YOU for rs it is, Englishman and
always pay my debts. Out Of the path ours
| yOu!F and be again rushed for the Hottentot
This time John, who was now almost ri
angry as his assailant, did not wait for hin
to reach him, but springing forward, hookef
his arm around Muler's throat and befor,
he could close with him with one tremendous
| jerk managed not only to stop his wild career
| but TO reverse the motion, and then, by inter
| posing his foot with considerable neatness, t.
land him, powerful man as he was, on hi
back i'll pool of drainage that had collected
from the stable in the hollow of the inn yard
Down he went with a splash and amid